She gasps lightly at the sight of the Charter, unused to seeing anything in this shape and certainly not used to seeing this. She's not afraid, not really; while it's a pattern she's not used to, it's one that feels familiar, welcoming as a mother's embrace.

It's beautiful, Yrael.

She relaxes, letting him do what he needs to do. With Yrael there, with Richard standing watch, she's not afraid.